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[October]

Home sweet home. The pale buckskin is a smudge against the layout of the Gates but October had sworn her allegiance from the days she had laid by the side of Sariel. Her love for the past king had imbedded deep in her heart but the Gates kept her a willing captive. Long are those days gone, the memories just on the edge of her memory like a drifting perfume of lovers past. October moves, the slight tug of a smile blossoming on her dark lips as she feels the thud of hope moving the blood that flows through the vessel. ’Thump thump…thump thump’, ever present, ever flowing but things are different know. Gone are the familiar scents despite knowing ever inch of the land yet October is at peace. She feels the breeze tug at her dark mane and it’s a gentle reminder that she has made it home after so, so long. A hopeful smile fully blooms on her lips as she takes a breath of sweet air. Life, THIS life, has been blessed upon her again to make things right. To make herself whole once again. To serve the Gates and redeem her past transgressions. -sworn to the gates